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It’s even better like this. There’s no more bite of friction. I don’t have to be careful. I bundle him up in my arms, squeezing him hard and rocking my hips against him. Our cocks slide, slick, hard, trapped between our writhing bodies as we crowd out every bit of space between us.
I don’t know how I ever believed I could resist this. I was insane to think I could say no and walk away. I’m holding the most beautiful man in the world in my arms, and all he wants is to get even closer to me. I’ll deal with feeling bad about it when it stops feeling so God damn good.
Jacob groans with mingled frustration and desire. He squirms one hand between us, and I gasp into his mouth when he grabs us. He’s fearless and blunt, just like he is with everything else he does. It’s what draws me to him, what I find so irresistible and inescapable. He’s never hidden himself to fit in in the military. He’s never stopped himself from going for whatever he wants, even if that something is, inexplicably, me.
I don’t have space to feel unworthy as he starts stroking us hard and fast. His hand is unrelenting, squeezing our cocks together, so firm the lube almost doesn’t matter. I let the burn crackle within me. It only sweetens the delicate balance of torture and lust that’s building up like a fire just beginning to catch.
Jacob pulls his lips away again, throwing his head back. His whole body curls into the pleasure, his posture as uninhibited as his hand as he strokes us. He grows sloppy, his rhythm faltering. I set my hand over his, taking over, moving him for both of us.
“Fuck,” he gasps.
I seal my lips against his throat, tasting the echo of that rasped word, then all the moans and whimpers and whining that follows. The faster I move my hand, the bigger the reward, so I pump with abandon until Jacob’s voice is trembling and buzzing against my lips. Every note echoes around my mouth, like he’s writing out the music on my tongue. As it crescendos, I add a few notes of my own, a bassline thrumming under the sweet, high, melodic song of Jacob’s pleasure.
The music crashes toward a peak. I crash with it, stroking, groaning, writhing to the rhythm of a song that vibrates through my whole body. I have no hope of resisting Jacob, not with his music in my ears and his body in my arms, not tonight, probably not ever.
The fear of that hits me, but it drowns inside the sound of us groaning in unison as we fall over the precipice of desire.
I can’t tell what’s him and what’s me. The whole world goes dark as I squeeze my eyes shut and shatter. Something warm spills over my hand and hits my chest, but it could be either of us. All I know is that it keeps coming and coming, a torrent that’s lain in wait since the second Jacob left my house the other day. It refuses to stop until there’s absolutely nothing left, and I sag on the bed like all my muscle has melted out of my body.
“God,” Jacob breathes before resting his head on my shoulder.
I don’t have the strength to move him. I don’t have the strength for anything. As the waves of contentment wash over me, all I can think is that I never want to move. I never want to leave this bed. I never want to leave him.
It’s the last bit that finally gets me out of bed. I go to the bathroom and find a cloth to dampen so I can clean myself up, then I bring it to the bed for Jacob to use as well. He struggles to sit up, his hair a beautiful disaster. I try not to watch too closely as he wipes the cloth over his bare chest, turning instead to gather my clothes off the floor.
“What are you doing?”
The hurt in his voice almost stops me, but as my head clears, some semblance of sense returns. I get my jeans on before I dare to look at him again.
“I need to head home,” I say.
He hops out of bed, still naked when he rushes up to me. “Youneedto? Why?”
I must not be completely lucid yet because I answer him honestly. “Because it’s dangerous for me to stay here, Jacob. I shouldn’t have done this. Again. I need to go home.”
“What’s so dangerous about it?”
“Besides it being my job?”
“Besides that, yes.”
I sigh. Jacob is staring at me like he truly sees nothing wrong with this.
“My judgment is clouded,” I say. “You … you get me all confused, and this isn’t helping. If it’s going to happen, I can at least go home afterward, pretend I’m still a professional.”
I pull on my shirt. Jacob follows me out of the bedroom, unperturbed by his nudity.
“You are a professional,” he says. “I’m safer because of you.”
I turn to him at the door. The look in his eyes deflates every ounce of anger I might muster.
“I really hope so,” I say.
I allow myself a kiss, one brief, soft kiss. Then I get myself out of his apartment before he can drag me back inside.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jacob
